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Man, I really needed this!
Feb. 23rd, 2003 02:42 amMy jaws hurt from all the laughing, there are wine stains everywhere and the kitchen look as if an explosion hit it. Socks, leggings, panties (yes!), empty chocolate boxes and papers, tobacco products of all kinds, bottles and leftovers (although Pauline has ravaged most of it...).
All the traces left from a sound and healthy girls night. It has been way too long since the last one, I really needed this. I have to be up in 5 hours, but it was worth it.
At some point B-man came home from roaming around with his friends saturday night. He had a glass of wine with us, but we where way ahead of him, bended over in sofas and armchairs, in desperate laughter from stupid porn jokes (the female kind), he gave us some patient smirks, stated that we were all a disgrace to feminism, grabbed his jacket and went his way again, probably to spend the night at a friends place.
He's very tolerant really, and it is not often that I drive him away with female screaming laughters and cackles.
Tomorrow he will make me pay in my hung over state of un-grace.
The gals left a little while ago and Pauline has passed out on the couch. I'm not all that drunk, although I feel the Australian wine hitting my head in little waves...later today, in a couple of hours, I will contemplate existence and it's futility for 40 seconds or so, before getting up and heading for work...but it was totally worth it!
All the traces left from a sound and healthy girls night. It has been way too long since the last one, I really needed this. I have to be up in 5 hours, but it was worth it.
At some point B-man came home from roaming around with his friends saturday night. He had a glass of wine with us, but we where way ahead of him, bended over in sofas and armchairs, in desperate laughter from stupid porn jokes (the female kind), he gave us some patient smirks, stated that we were all a disgrace to feminism, grabbed his jacket and went his way again, probably to spend the night at a friends place.
He's very tolerant really, and it is not often that I drive him away with female screaming laughters and cackles.
Tomorrow he will make me pay in my hung over state of un-grace.
The gals left a little while ago and Pauline has passed out on the couch. I'm not all that drunk, although I feel the Australian wine hitting my head in little waves...later today, in a couple of hours, I will contemplate existence and it's futility for 40 seconds or so, before getting up and heading for work...but it was totally worth it!
